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TONY TWIDDLER STOOD AWAITING THE ARRIVAL 
OF HIS CUSTOMERS. ( Frontispiece) 




C-iK'E 




TONY TWIDDLER 

HIS TALE 



PHILADELPHIA 

GEORGE W. JACOBS & CO. 

PUBLISHERS 


Mcr 


Copyright, 1920, by 
George W. Jacobs & Company 


OCT 19 1921 

©CLA6.30086 


§ 

5 TONY TWIDDLER- 

MIS TALE 

T ony twiddler stood at the 

door of his Inn awaiting the 
arrival of his customers. “It’s a very 
nice evening,” said Tony to himself, 
“a very nice evening indeed.” Then 
Tony took a good puff at his long 
clay pipe, and then he looked up and 
down the street — it was Lady Cake 
Lane and not very long — and then he 



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stared straight across at the house 
over the way. Tony Twiddler was a 
very good-hearted little fellow, short 
and round, as all Innkeepers should 
be. He was merry, and fond of good 
things, very generous to the poor, and 
so everybody liked Tony. The men 
Micefolk came in the evenings to drink 
his gooseberry beer and talk over the 
happenings of the day in Miceland, or 
read in their paper, “The Miceland 
Times," wonderful stories of foreign 
lands. 

Tony’s Inn, which he proudly called 
The Cheese Hotel, was famous all 
over Miceland, and nobody could cook 



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TO BE SURE IT WAS EXACTLY RIGHT, SHE TOOK 
A GOODLY TASTE. (see page 4) 


TONY TWIDDLER — HIS TALE 


Cheese Soup, Apple Fritters, and 
Cheesecakes so beautifully as Mrs. Tony 
Twiddler. 

While Tony enjoyed the evening air 
at his door, Mrs. Twiddler was busy in 
her nice, old-fashioned kitchen making 
a big pot of Cheese Soup. Tomorrow 
would be market day, and what farmer 
would think of going to market and not 
having his dinner at the Cheese Hotel, 
and taking a dish of the famous Soup? 
Farmer Hedgehog and Policeman 
Badger were very fond of it, and it was 
not safe to put a big bowl full of it before 
them, although they were not very 
greedy persons. 



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TONY TWIDDLER — HIS TALE 


So Mrs. Tony made her Soup in 
the old kitchen; and, to be sure it was 
exactly right, she took a good big taste 
of it, and nearly burnt her tongue — it 
was so very hot. Then, to be sure she 
had not made any mistake about it, she 
took another rather large taste and 
smiled. “It’s very fine Soup,” said Mrs. 
Tony Twiddler. She put the Soup into 
a big dish and set it in the Pantry where 
the newly made Cheesecakes and Apple 
Fritters made a delightful show upon 
the shelf. 

Then, well pleased with her work, 
she went to see about Tony’s supper. 



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THE CHARMING MISS TWIDDLERS SAT IN THE 
BEST PARLOR SEWING SAMPLERS. (see page 5) 


TONY TWIDDLER — HIS TALE 


The charming Miss Twiddlers sat in 
the best parlor sewing samplers. When 
the samplers were finished they intended 
to make a pair of wool slippers for 
Pa Twiddler’s birthday. They made 
Pa very anxious, because they would 
keep staring at his feet and whispering 
together in corners, and taking meas- 
ures of his old slippers, till poor Pa 
Tony began to fear there was some- 
thing very wrong with his feet. 

Tony rather spoiled his two daugh- 
ters. He would buy candy from Mr. 
Jam, the grocer and candy-man, and 
sometimes even presents of lovely 
jewelry from Mr. Mole, the pedlar. 



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who often had beautiful diamonds and 
emeralds from the broken green and 
white bottles which he found along the 
way. 

Wasn’t it strange we should be talk- 
ing of Pedlar Mole, for he was just 
coming around the corner of Lady 
Cake Lane, teased by some naughty 
Miceboys? 

Good Tony Twiddler soon sent them 
hurrying away, and old Pedlar Mole 
was not long in getting to business. 
He tried to sell Tony a red pocket 
book, which Tony did not want, but, 
being kind hearted, to make up for 
saying No, he invited old Mole into 



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OF EXCITING ADVENTURES. (see page 8) 


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the Parlor to have a glass of goose- 
berry beer. 

When they were settled before the 
fire, and Mrs. Tony had brought 
Mole some of her wonderful cakes, 
no one was happier than the old 
pedlar. 

Old Granfer Whitemouse, who sat 
in the corner by the fire, listened to 
tales of exciting adventures at back 
doors with farmers’ wives, and yard- 
dogs. When Granfer tried to tell a 
story beginning, “When I was young,” 
which he did very many times, old 
Mole kept right on talking, so poor 
old Granfer never did tell his story. 



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TONY TWIDDLER — HIS TALE 

He exclaimed at the tales Mole told, 
and cried “Wonderful 1” or “Bless us 
now!” when Mole stopped to take 
breath, or a sup of gooseberry beer, 
while Tony sat and listened, and 
smiled and puffed his pipe. 

As time went on, the Workmice 
and other Micefolk began to arrive at 
the Inn. With them came a wander- 
ing fiddler, and soon the sound of 
music and laughter was heard. After 
a while Tiny Squeaker, a young 
mouse, was persuaded to sing. The 
fiddler helped him with his fiddle, and 
Squeaker sang at the top of his voice; 



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TINY SQUEAKER WAS PERSUADED TO SING. 

{see page 10) 


TONY TWIDDLER — HIS TALE 


“Cats don’t know when it’s 
Half-past eight, 

So meet me at the Cheese, 

And don’t be late.” 

This was a favorite old mouse song, 
and if you could hear the other verses 
I think you would like it too. 

When the song was finished the 
folks would buy the fiddler a glass of 
gooseberry beer and a slice of bacon 
rind, and sometimes Mrs. Twiddler 
would bring Tiny Squeaker a Cheese- 
cake. That was why Tiny always 
sang as loud as ever he could so that 
she might hear him. 



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TONY TWIDDLER — HIS TALE 


But, alas! while all this fun was 
going on at the Hotel, up the Lane, 
two very bad neighbors were plan- 
ning harm to poor old Mole, and to 
Tony Twiddler too. 

Do you wish to know who these 
bad neighbors were? One was Wicked 
Weasel, and the other was Rover Rat; 
and you had only to see them to 
know at once how very bad they 
were. Little did the good, happy 
Micefolk at the Inn think what was 
being planned for them; and, but for 
Hodgie and Stodgie Vole, worse might 
have happened. 



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TONY TWIDDLER — HIS TALE 


Hodgie and Stodgie Vole were two 
village Miceboys, and they had been 
scaring flies on Hambone Hill all 
day. They were coming back to the 
village and home very tired when they 
heard strange whisperings at the cor- 
ner of Cat Alley Lane, about a hun- 
dred tails from the village. They 
crept quietly, oh so quietly, to the 
root of a big tree and peeped over; 
and there, to their horror, they saw 
the two bad ones talking together. 
Hodgie and Stodgie were too fright- 
ened to move, and so they overheard 
the wicked plan. 



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TONY TWIDDLER — HIS TALE 


But before I tell you about the 
plan I must tell what happened to 
poor Pedlar Mole. When the time 
came to close the Inn, and the Mice- 
folk had had their last gossip by the 
door, Pedlar Mole, with his basket on 
his back, had set out very cheerfully 
for his lodgings in the next village. 
Of course, being a mole, the dark- 
ness suited his sight, which was very 
bad by day. So, though he was not 
nervous, he kept a sharp eye about 
him and hummed the songs he had 
heard at the Inn. Just as he reached 
the end of Cat Alley Lane, he began: 

“Cats don’t know when it’s 
Half-past eight — ” 



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when from behind a tree stepped 
Wicked Weasel, and said roughly: 
“No, but weasels do.” Then he 
seized poor Mole and made him go 
on his knees and open his pack, 
which Wicked Weasel ransacked and 
helped himself to some of the best 
diamonds; but what he really wanted 
was the dark lantern which Mole had 
tried to sell for ever so long — seven- 
teen days or more — I believe. Weasel 
examined it carefully, and looked 
inside to see that there was a piece 
of candle. Then he stuffed it into his 
pocket, and sent poor old Pedlar 
Mole on his way again with a kick 



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and a rough promise to pay him when 
Mole could speak double Dutch. That 
is why, ever since, Mole has been 
asking every odd-looking mouse, or 
other animal he meets, if he is a 
double Dutchman. Because he says 
he means to learn double Dutch some 
day, and get his money for the lantern 
from Wicked Weasel. 

Now let us hurry back to Hodgie 
and Stodgie. When poor old Mole 
had gone. Wicked Weasel went to the 
end of the lane and met Rover Rat 
and showed him the lantern. “A fine 
lantern for our job,” laughed Rat. 
“We’ll soon be in old Twiddler’s 



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pantry, and we’ll pick it pretty clean 
too.” 

Then they began to arrange how 
it was to be done; and it was just at 
this moment Hodgie and Stodgie 
peeped at them and heard their plans. 
But it was not till Weasel and Rat 
had gone a good way from them that 
they recovered from their fright 
enough to run. Who should they 
tell? What should they do? 

“Let’s go to Farmer Hedgehog,” 
said Stodgie, “He’ll be after them.” 

And so they ran, and tumbled, and 
scrambled, all the way to Farmer 
Hedgehog. 



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Farmer Hedgehog had just finished 
his tea, and had made himself com- 
fortable in his armchair with his 
handkerchief over his head to keep 
away “those nasty flies,” when. Bang! 
Bang-bang! went the front door 
knocker. In a moment Farmer 
Hedgehog was wide awake. He 
snatched the handkerchief from his 
head, bounced from his chair, and 
dashed to the front door muttering 
and grumbling, “77/ give it to them! 
Where’s my stick? Where’s the lan- 
tern?” In one second he had snatched 
the hall lantern from its hook and his 
stick from its corner, and flung open 



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TONY TWIDDLER— HIS TALE 

the front door, and there, right under 
his very nose, stood poor little Hodgie 
and Stodgie Vole. How frightened 
they were, but they were also plucky 
Micekins and did not run away, but 
in a very shaky voice Hodgie squeaked 
as he touched his hat, “Please, sir; 
please, sir,” and then with many 
stumblings and repeatings they told 
Farmer Hedgehog all they had seen 
and heard. 

When they had told their story. 
Farmer Hedgehog said, “Wait a 
moment, I must get on my shoes, and 
get my gun,” and then he rushed to 
the door only to rush back to say, 



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“Look here, boys. Do you know 
where Policeman Badger lives? Just 
run over to his house and tell him 
what you’ve told me; and say I’m 
coming with my gun. Now then, be 
off, quick.” 

Hodgie and Stodgie thought of 
those two wicked ones and their hearts 
trembled, but they were ashamed to 
be afraid, and so, plucking up their 
courage and saying very bravely, 
“Right, sir, we’ll do it,” they very 
slowly started off into the dark night. 
But, once outside, how they did run! 
They knew all the lanes and short 



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cuts, and dashed along keeping a 
bright lookout as they went. 

Tony Twiddler had had his sup- 
per with his family and enjoyed some 
of the lovely Cheese Soup, and a 
fresh Apple Fritter or two, and a pipe 
with his last cup of tea; and Mrs. 
Tony and the lovely Miss Twiddlers 
had gone to bed. 

“Well,” said Tony to himself, “it 
has been a very pleasant day. And 
what an amusing old fellow Pedlar 
Mole is,” and he laughed at the mem- 
ory of the wonderful stories of farm- 
ers’ wives and yard-dogs he had heard. 
“But it’s been a very tiring day too, 



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TONY TWIDDLER — HIS TALE 


and I think I had better get to bed 
and have a good night’s rest, or I 
shan’t be fit for market day tomor- 
row.” So he put out all the lights, 
and lit his bedroom candle, and went 
around the house to see if it was all 
properly locked up, just as he did 
every night of his life. Then, yawn- 
ing very much, he climbed the old 
stairs to his room. He was not long 
getting into his night clothes, and he 
put a nightlight in a basin on the 
floor, so that he might be able to get 
up quickly if any poor traveller called 
during the midnight hours. 

Good Tony Twiddler yawned as 
he climbed into his comfy old four- 



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post bed, and his head no sooner 
touched the pillow than he was sound 
asleep. 

- After a time he began to dream of 
old Pedlar Mole. Then he dreamed 
that a farmer’s wife was barking at 
him, and then that a yard-dog wanted 
to buy a red pocket book, and old 
Granfer Whitemouse would keep tell- 
ing the yard-dog a very long story, 
all about “When I was a boy,” and 
a farmer’s wife who cut short tails 
with a carving knife, but never seemed 
able to cut short Granfer’s tale, which 
went on, and on, and on, and on, till 
poor Tony got quite annoyed. Just 



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as he was thinking Granfer never 
would stop, the farmer’s wife barked 
with a great big Bang! and Tony sat 
up in bed in great alarm and said, 
“W hat’s that?” But as there was no 
one there to answer him I can’t tell 
you what it was, but perhaps we shall 
find out if we go on with the story. 

Farmer Hedgehog took down his 
gun from its nail where it always 
hung, with a label under it to tell it 
was “loaded.” Clapping on his hat 
he marched off to The Cheese, calling 
the other Micefolk as he went to join 
in the rescue of good Mr. Twiddler. 

Policeman Badger, as soon as he 
had learned from Hodgie and Stodgie 



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POLICEMAN BADGER SEIZED HIS STOUT STICK 
AND STARTED IN GREAT HASTE. (see page 26) 


TONY TWIDDLER— HIS TALE 


of the wicked ones’ evil plans, seized 
his stout stick and started in great 
haste for the Inn, rousing the Field 
Mice as he went. 

But what were the two wicked 
ones doing all this time? You know 
how Hodgie and Stodgie overheard 
their plan. When Wicked Weasel and 
Rover Rat had finished their plan, 
they went off home together and had 
their supper; but there was little for 
them to eat, and they looked forward 
to the time when they would have 
Cheese Soup and Apple Fritters in 
plenty. Supper over. Weasel lit his 
lantern and Rover Rat tied a black 



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mask over his evil face, making him 
look, if possible, more wicked than 
ever. Then picking up their rough 
sticks they started out. 

The village had all gone to bed; 
and soon they were stealing along 
Lady Cake Lane to The Cheese. 
Weasel flashed his lantern on the key- 
hole, and they both carefully exam- 
ined the door. 

“Too strong for us, I fear,” snarled 
Rat. 

“We’ll have to gnaw through the 
wall,” whispered Weasel. 

So they set to work — Rat, who was 
good at gnawing, taking the bigger 



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share of the work. For a long time 
you could hear nothing but the scrap- 
ing noise of Rat’s teeth. 

-The wall was of a very thick and 
hard cheese, but after a time Rat said 
it was getting thin, and then suddenly 
there was a tiny hole. 

“Go to it,” cried Weasel in a 
hoarse whisper. “Good old Rat!” 
And they worked harder than ever, 
and the hole grew bigger and bigger. 
At last they were through. 

“Quick!” whispered Weasel, “this 
way to the pantry.” They crept along 
the hall, now down a step, now up 
two, and now round a corner, and 



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now through a low doorway, for it 
was a very old house, and you would 
have loved to play hide and seek in 
it — such nice little dark corners and 
crannies behind doors or under stair- 
ways; but Wicked Weasel and Rover 
Rat did not think of such pleasant 
games, for they were very bad indeed. 

Presently Weasel turned his lantern 
on a little low door with a window in it, 
and a white curtain behind the win- 
dow. Carefully, very, very carefully, 
he opened the little door, and there 
right before them lay the pantry; and 
such a delicious smell met them — a 
smell of hot cakes and burnt bacon 



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TONY TWIDDLER — HIS TALE 

rind, and Cheese and Apple Sauce, 
and Pastry and Gooseberry Beer and 
Jam — such a smell as makes a mouse 
feel hungry all over again directly 
after his dinner. 

Weasel and Rat put their hands on 
their stomachs and their mouths watered, 
and they licked their lips and crept 
softly in and shut the little door. 

“Here you are,” grinned Weasel. 
“Cheesecakes, all hot, all hot! Fill 
your pockets. Rat.” 

“No charge, no charge!” laughed 
Rat. “Good old Twiddler! Send in 
the bill, Twiddy, to Willie Weasel;” 
and those two wicked ones giggled 



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and hunted about till Weasel suddenly 
cried, “Cheese Soup!” 

“Huh,” said Rat, “can’t pocket 
that, better eat it now;” and they 
gulped it down in great spoonfuls 
until it was all gone. Then they 
crammed Cheesecakes and Apple 
Fritters into their pockets. Suddenly 
Weasel stopped, and Rat cocked his 
big ears. 

“Footsteps!” He looked hurriedly 
round. 


They opened the window and looked 
out. It was very dark, but far away 
they heard the patter of hurrying feet. 



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Yes, the feet were coming that way. 
Then Weasel listened again. 

“It’s Micefolk,” he said, “and I 
hear old Prickleback’s voice too.” 
“Old Prickleback” was his rude name 
for Farmer Hedgehog. Then they 
both turned very pale. 

“They’re coming up Lady Cake 
Lane, and we must get out of this 
double quick,” whispered Rat, and 
they both made for the little window. 

Policeman Badger and Farmer 
Hedgehog, each with a following of 
Field Mice, reached the village and 
made quietly for Lady Cake Lane. 
Stopping in front of The Cheese 



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TONY TWIDDLER — HIS TALE 


Hotel, they examined the windows and 
door. All seemed safe, till presently 
a mouse in a long blue coat — I think 
it was Mr. Scraper, the Church 
Mouse — held up a lantern and cried 
out: “Here’s where they’ve got in;” 
and sure enough he had found the 
large hole Rat had gnawed in the 
wall. 

Badger and Hedgehog both exam- 
ined it carefully. It was too small 
for either of them to get through. 

“Now,” said Badger, turning to 
the crowd of Micefolk, “one or two 
of you boys get through and find out 
what those two villains are up to.” 



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TONY TWIDDLER — HIS TALE 

But the Micefolk hung back; they did 
not at all like the idea of facing two 
such desperate characters in the dark 
halls of the Inn. 

“Look here, then,” said Farmer 
Hedgehog, “the only thing to do is 
for you. Badger, to watch here, and 
ril run around Cat Alley and see if 
there are any signs of them at the 
back.” And at once he set off around 
the corner into the Alley. Hardly had 
he gone a tail when he saw Wicked 
Weasel and Rover Rat, who had 
squeezed through the little pantry 
window, running up the Alley. In a 
moment Farmer Hedgehog brought 



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TONY TWIDDLER — HIS TALE 


his gun to his shoulder and shouted 
at the top of his voice: “Stop! Stop, 
you thieves, or I’ll shoot 1” But the 
thieves paid no attention , but ran the 
faster for Slip Away Alley. The next 
instant Farmer Hedgehog fired, and 
there was a huge, tremendous Bang! 
And it was this huge, tremendous 
Bang which woke Tony Twiddler, 
and made him ask the nightlight, 
"What’s Thatf" 

For a moment Tony sat staring 
and listening, then he thought he 
heard voices and footsteps under his 
window, and he jumped out of bed, 
slipped on his coat and slippers, and. 



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FARMER HEDGEHOG FIRED, AND THERE WAS A 
HUGE TREMENDOUS BANG ! (see page 37) 





TONY TWIDDLER— HIS TALE 


opening his window, thrust out his 
head. As he did so he heard Police- 
man Badger’s voice calling gruffly: 
“Have you caught them, Hedgehog?’’ 

The Micefolk were all hurrying 
around Cat Alley corner, and lan- 
terns and the unpleasant ends of 
pitchforks and spades met Tony’s won- 
dering gaze. 

“What’s the matter?” he shouted. 

Some Micefolk looked up. “The 
wicked ones have been getting into 
your Cheese,” they shouted back. 
“Come down and see.” 

“Are they inside now?” he asked, 
casting a nervous glance over his 



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shoulder into the room behind him. 
Satisfied that the villains had fled, he 
boldly lit his candle and hurried 
downstairs, unlocked the door, and 
threw it open, just as Farmer Hedge- 
hog returned with Policeman Badger 
and the crowd from Cat Alley. 
Farmer Hedgehog was explaining to 
everybody in a disappointed voice that 
he had missed the thieves because he 
had forgotten to put the bullets into 
his gun. 

Good little Tony Twiddler was 
very glad they were not shot, even 
when Mrs. Tony came bustling along 
to tell him those two wicked ones had 



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TONY TWIDDLER — HIS TALE 


eaten all her nice Cheese Soup and 
carried off all the Apple Fritters and 
Cheesecakes. 

“Never mind, never mind,” she 
gasped. “I will soon make more. 
You shall not be disappointed today, 
Mr. Policeman,” she said, addressing 
Badger; “nor you, Mr. Hedgehog. 
Soon make more, soon make more,” 
and she gasped again and waddled 
off, a very queer little figure in her 
nightcap and wrap and all sorts of 
shawls. 


“Poor fellows I” said Tony. “But 
why not come and ask for the food 
in the proper way! Of course I’d 



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have given them some. Not all, per- 
haps — not all — but plenty. Dear, 
dear I Poor fellows !” Then he in- 
sisted everybody must come in and 
have some Gooseberry Beer and 
whatever food they could hunt up. 
So in they all trooped, and Tony was 
quite happy running around with the 
Gooseberry Beer jug and filling up 
everybody’s glass. Everyone chattered 
about the wonderful happenings, and 
Farmer Hedgehog, still excited and 
full of explanations about the missing 
bullets, waved his glass about and 
spilt the good Gooseberry Beer every- 
where he went. Good little Tony 



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a large mushroom. There they emptied 
their pockets and seated themselves to 
the stolen feast with great merriment. 
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his cakes for laughing. 

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along that way. Seeing Weasel’s and 
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at each other, and without a word or 
a sound just slipped in, and, oh! what 
a horrible time Rat and Weasel had 
when they awoke, and of course they 
wished they had not eaten all those 
Cakes and Fritters, and gobbled all 
that Soup. 

“Oh, dearl oh, dear!” they moaned. 
“Oh, Pains, do go away!” But the 
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well rested, and that was not until the 
next day. 



TONY TWIDDLER — HIS TALE 


As for the Twiddlers, they were as 
happy as could be, and all the Mice- 
folk came in crowds to "The Cheese" 
in the evenings and were very merry. 
Plasterers came and cheesed up the 
hole in the wall, and made it stronger 
than ever, and to this day, if you drop 
into "The Cheese" for a glass of 
Gooseberry Beer and a Fritter or 
Cheesecake, you may hear the Mice- 
folk still telling to visitors Tony 
Twiddler’s Wonderful Tale. 






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